Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.